Lyria

Description

A twenty-year-old short and petite Red woman with dark forearms and an unruly mop of vibrant red hair that frames her face in a wild explosion. Her large rusty eyes dominate her features alongside plump cheeks, while red sigils are prominently marked on the backs of her hands. Once thin enough to be lifted like a child and light as a child, her build has softened slightly with added weight in low gravity, giving her a healthier but still diminutive frame. She wears a faux-leather black jacket glowing with purple lights on the sleeves or a stiff high-collared servant uniform without a tie, often with a Bacchus pendant necklace tucked inside, her entire presence that of a resilient survivor from the mines adapted to the streets and citadels of Luna. Lagalos is a mine associated with Lyria’s clan. The text does not specify its scale, layout, architecture, lighting, or surroundings. A thin human woman with striking red hair, worn in a straightened, fashionable cut that falls just below her ears, though it can look like a tousled mop. Her cheeks have a little fullness. She wears practical, modest clothes suited to her circumstances: a cotton shirt and shorts or medical scrubs, and later a black faux-leather jacket with purple lights on the sleeve and silver nail polish. Her eyes and complexion are not visually specified in the text. A very short young woman with rusty-colored eyes, a guarded expression, and a compact, unassuming presence. Her hair is kept practical and unadorned; she wears plain, worn clothing, especially a shabby coat or jacket suited to a hard life and modest means. Her posture carries a wary, resilient tension, as if ready to slip through a crowd or defend herself. Lyria is a petite young woman with a scrawny, lightly muscled build and small stature that makes her barely larger than young boys, her frame worn down by starvation, labor, and torture. She has unkempt hair falling in a constant rat's nest that irritates her scalp, a puffy and red-rimmed face with bloodshot eyes, and hands that are frequently bloodied or swollen from injuries. Dressed in the torn remnants of a prisoner jumpsuit that she rips into strips or in practical skirts and dresses for blending in, she projects the image of a tough, unassuming Red mine survivor with a resilient posture and the ability to appear as a harmless lass with flushed rosy cheeks when disguised. A petite young woman with a slim build and short curly hair covering recent surgical scars around her head. She bears a faint pink line on her wrist from a reattached hand and moves with quick, evasive motions suited to her small frame. Her youthful face shows early wrinkles on the forehead, giving her a resilient yet vulnerable appearance in simple clothing.